MY 100TH BLOG!!!

I just realized that it was!
Well, it may not be my 100th POSTED blog, but it's my 100th attempt.
Whoa.
How time flies.
In 2 days, I will have had my blog for 12 months.
THAT'S A YEAR.
I have to say I am so glad I started this blog, because it's helped me record my highs, lows, and everything inbetween.
I am too sentimental.
Oh well, I like it.

Tomorrow is All Hallows Eve. Or today is.
I'm not sure which, but I'm excited!
Sam, Janelle, Sara (I'm gonna make her) and I are all going trick-or-treating!
I have no clue what I'm going to be, but it will be homemade and I have brown face paint, so I will probably be a black person of some sort.
I'm not trying to be offensive in ANY way I just love painting my face.

I'm really sick of friendships withering.
I just feel like everyone's friendship has a different story as to why I don't feel close to them anymore, and it has hit me with everyone of my friends.
Which is a crappy feeling, I'll tell you that.
Don't try and guess who you are, or do, and don't ask me.
I'm just gonna vent for a minute.
-Every single day we used to hang out, and I haven't seen you in WEEKS. But I hope that changes because I really really really miss old times more than anything.
-I really thought you were gonna be the person who didn't fall into that crap. I'm not mad, I just thought you were smarter than that. But that's not why I don't feel close to you. I hope that we start hanging out more, though because I miss it.
-I just miss you in general. We've been friends way too long to not hang out that much anymore. But I love talking to you everyday, you are the person I always text when I generally want to know what's up.
-I miss you probably the most out of everyone. It's weird how we went from best friends for life to people who you have to small talk with because we have nothing else to talk about in less than a year. I used to think you'd tell me everything in your life, and I would talk to you about everything, and now, no matter how much we say we miss eachother and never talk, I can't help but feel it will never be the way it used to be. I miss inside jokes with you, and music, and late night texts when either of us were crying and just needed to vent.
I remember the month I knew we had changed in friendship.
And as cliche as this may sound, I wish we could rewind from that month back and keep playing it over and over, so I would never have to lose you as a best friend.

I'm just in a nostalgic mood.
Not an essay writing mood.
So I think I'll avoid that some more, and think about old times.
Ho Hum
Sorry the 100th blog ended up kinda sad.

Damn I Love the Irish.

Does anyone else think it's brilliant

That Ben Fold's, "Hiroshima" has benny and the jets in it?
It's technically called, "Hiroshima (b b b benny hit his head)."
It took me a few times of listening to it, even after reading the title to realize the back melody.
Just thought I'd make everyone a little more musically informed, if you didn't know.
And if you did, go listen to the song again and just enjoy it.
I think it's gonna be so funny if someday my kids pick up and old Ben Fold's CD or something, and first ask what a CD player is, and then tell me that they love him.
And they will put all his songs on their ipods or whatever invention we use for music then.
Maybe when I'm pregnant I'll just put earphones up to my stomach playing Ben Folds and Ben Folds Five.
But probably not, "You Don't Know Me" or "Bitch Went Nuts" since that could send a bad message to my unborn child.
"Rockin The Suburbs" and "Best Imitation of Myself" should be fine, though.
Enough chit chat, I've got dishes to do.

Crying Out For a Thrill

I want, no no, need a scary movie to watch.
Not some low budget, low quality scary movies, but a good one to make me scream.
It's almost Halloween and what is the grand total of scary movies I've seen this month?
That would be zilch.
That's just down right un-holiday of me.

I have my first ever college midterm on Tuesday.
I even get to use the ever so official "blue book."
If that's not life altering, I don't know what is.

Rilo Kiley just may be my favorite band.
Well, they are definitely in the top 5.
I just want to live life when I hear them.
I hope I have a boyfriend someday who will one day put on a Rilo Kiley song when we're together, and I'll be so happy he loves them too and we will just sit and enjoy the song.
God I'm such a cornball.
But that sounds so nice.
It's shocking that I have no crush.
Well, I have a crush, but not an official person I like.
I wish I did.
More than that I wish I had a boyfriend.
But I guess you can't rush these things if you plan to enjoy them.

The Office this week made me laugh literally outloud on more than one occasion.
This season is kicking primetime ass, I gotta say.
"Its easier to bang. That's what she said."
I seriously popped out a laugh.
Which made me laugh more.
Keep up the good work, NBC.

My eyetwich is back. Bum Bum Bum.
I had the worst eyetwitch in 8th and 9th grade.
And the twitch made me worry, which as you can guess, made my eye twitch more.
Now I just get them randomly, and only for a few minutes.
And it's funnier now, not freaky.

I do not want to sleep. I want to stay up and enjoy my Friday and the only day I won't spend this weekend cramming my cerebrum full of US History chapters.
I don't want to get up and take Tito to Alder Creek Vet.
I look foward to the weekend every week, staying up late, sleeping in, and whatnot.
But by Friday night I'm so tired from the week, I'm out before midnight.
I wish I could be more creatively satisfying to you and me, but my eyelids are controlling my evening.
And they are closing...

The Act of Being Single.

Or in http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/single's words:
"bachelor, companionless, divorced, eligible, free, living alone, loner, separated, sole, solo, spouseless, unattached, unfettered, unmarried, unwed"
FUCK EVERY DEFINITION OF THE WORD.
except bachelor since I'm not a dude.

It's Unbe-weave-able

I wish I had a weave just so I could say that all the time, and pull it off.
Instead I sound whiter than I already am, or like I have one of those weird little kid accents.

I love putting my feet over the heater when it's running but the worst feeling ever is when the heater just randomly shuts off, and I feel like my feet got submerged in ice.
That's why I have on my lap what I like to call "plan B."
A blanket that can quickly be thrust upon my feet after the heater shuts off, thus resulting in warm (or at least luke warm) feet.
And they said you had to pass algebra to be smart...

It's 6:10 on Sunday night, and have I started my homework?
Nope.
I have so much to do and I can't believe I've yet to begin.
So, this will be a semi-short blog since education comes first.
Or is supposed to.
Sometimes I miss high school alot.
But does high school offer free cocoa, tea, and coffee EVERY morning?
Why no, no they do not.

I wish it was warmer.
How typical is it that as soon as it changes seasons to the season I've been yearning for, I miss the last one.
I guess I could have a pool party to bring back some good old summer memories, but what fun is swimming in ice?

Do you ever get a craving to stay in a hotel?
People make your beds, it's a new setting, it's clean (or so they say) and it's just fun.
The Battle Ground Hotel does not seem very fun, but they have a pool.
I just want to stay in a hotel in some big city.
Even Portland will do.

It's so weird when people you know who live in the same town as you move
to some big, new, exciting place.
You never expect people from your hometown to move away to cool places, but they do.
Although most kids here go to Clark or WSU.
I'm going to pass on that.
I hope kids that are in high school after I graduate think, "Oh, Kymi, I remember her...she moved to New York City. High Five for her!"
Maybe they won't say, but I'm still moving.

My HOT feet and my new music are out.

T-Minus 12 Days

Wait.
T-Plus 12 days.
That's how long it's been since I've blogged.
So, I'm sure you all assume I have been doing much much more fascinating things, but that my friends, is where you would be wrong.
Not that life isn't good right now, because it is.
It's just very...dull.
I haven't really left my room all day.
My dirty, in much need of a cleaning, funky smelling room.
With no DVR.
But-I am in charge of planning, shopping for, and cooking all our dinners starting next week.
And believe it or not, I'm really excited.
I haven't cooked in a long time and I miss it. And grocery shopping by myself makes me feel grown up (especially when I can drive myself there)

Would it be a Kymi blog without a music shoutout?
I have yet to hear a Miniature Tigers song that I dislike.
It's like they don't know how to make a bad song.
Although, I haven't heard all of the songs off their new album, "Tell it to the Volcano" (genius album name, I might add.)
But I think I'm going to buy it next week.
Not like I currently have an ipod to put the songs on, but songs don't expire.

I wish I had juicy boy gossip to spill out onto here, but I really don't.
Not like my life is normally filled with boys beyond belief, but I don't even have a crush.
Pathetic, right?
All I do is stare at the cute boy in my U.S. History class and picture what he would look like when laughing, or when taking pictures, or other fun everyday activities we could do as a couple.
I'm such a creep it's unbelievable.

My mind is engulfed in New York City thoughts lately.
It's been my dream since I was 9, if you exclude last year when I had my heart set on Hawaii.
Well, I do still want to apply to UH and Hawaii Pacific University, but they come second to New York.
I even wrote out a pro and con list of both states and their colleges on a note to Cierra.
Weather was a big factor, but now I've decided I want to move to Manhattan so bad not even freezing cold temperatures could stop me.
Everytime I see NYC on tv, (which happens more frequently than I would have imagined) I start thinking about college again.

I miss CASEE. ALOT.
College is awesome, (all of my classes were cancelled yesterday, and I even debated if I should go because I love hanging out there with friends and getting new stuff and people watching) but CASEE was the best.
I really want to go back next year, but things change, and it's not like all my friends are going back.
But I've always wanted to be in Mr. Hogg's class (after surviving Watrin it's like I've earned it.)
And I think it would be awesome to be an upperclassmen there.
To ease my CASEE-missin' blues, I think I'll go there sometime soon and take a walk on the loop trail or something.

Lost comes back in January...
I'm excited but DAMN YOU Abc for making me wait so long.

I can't think of anything exciting that's happened recently.
Well, Gundy's volvo did break down on my street the other day, which was pretty funny.
Sara and I pulled up from Clark, and were talking about who the random number that kept calling me was, when we saw Gundy (waving the cell phone that was the random number) and Garret with two cars in front of my neighbor's house.
We soon found out that Gundy's Volvo stopped working when he tried to make it up the hill on our street, so we drove back to our house to find starter fluid, which we didn't have, nor did we know what it looked like.
Garret drove to our house to park his car, but I don't remember why, and then ran back to where we were.
Then Sara, Garret, and I pushed Gundy's car ALL the way down our street thinking that that would start the car, but of course it was an automatic. Ha Ha.
When my parents got home, they looked at it and weren't sure what was wrong either, so Garret and Gundy went and got starter fluid which they didn't need, and Gundy called his dad and found out something slipped off in the car.
So, we sat in Garret's car, met Woodrow, and listened to his very loud speaker system.
All I know is I am not buying a volvo anytime soon. Sorry Chelsey.

I sure am in a traveling mood.
Whether it be to New York or a foreign country, I'd be there in a second if someone just handed me a ticket.
I don't think I ever get out of traveling moods, come to think of it.
But do I travel? Nope.
When I turn 18-watch out seven continents-you're about to get explored.
That sounds like a creepy pick-up line..."You're about to get explored."

I've said it before, and I'll say it again-I'm an awesome cupid.
Last night at the game, I brought Izzie over to her knight-in-shining-trumpet player. (Or some other instrument that's in the band that he plays.)
And she got two hugs. And had the biggest grin on her face.
Needless to say Cierra, Sara and I were screaming in the stands.
Kymi-Cupid strikes again.
I'm thinking about picking up a career as the white, female version of Hitch.
Just a thought.

I have an essay to write that I've had a week and a half to write.
I haven't started, and it's due in 48 hours.
It's times like these that make me miss summer.

Everyone is at homecoming right now, having a wonderful time, I'm sure.
Maybe I'll stop being a social outcast and attend winterball this year.
Who knows.
I just know that I've got an essay I need to avoid like the plague.

Not the Worst Monday

So, today is Monday, which just screams bad day but it wasn't at all.
I drove to BGHS for the first time ever...which is very exciting!
And Sara and I got our parking pass thing, and we only have one class at the high school, so we get to park up front and that's pretty sweet.
Clark was good, too. I got 100% on my quiz!!
I was hoping for a C at best, but an A+ is much much better.
English went by reall fast, too.
And in the hour I have after class where I sit and do homework, there was a semi cute boy who asked if he could sit across from me, and I was totally being a creeper and texting Brooke all about my inferences on him.
I also drove tonight for the first time at night, and I gotta say, this whole driving thing is amazing.

I'm watching True Life: I'm Living off the Grid
which is like an hour long documentry on people who choose to live in the woods for a year at a camp.
It's all living off nature, and finding your own foods and being one with the environment.
Which is awesome. I was pretty jealous since they have so much courage to go a year without music, television, driving, electronics, everything.
It didn't actually sound too bad for a while.
But heres the thing-once a month they get to go back to camp and use computers and cell phones and everything for a few hours.
If you're going to do something that consumes a year of your life, you may as well commit to it.
And when they were in the woods eating raw fish guts, they had a Walmart PLASTIC bag.
Way to stick it to the man, guys.

It's time for bed...or The Hills.

Hello Old Friend

I haven't blogged in a while, so here we go.

It rained today. On and off. But at some points when it did, it poured.
And it was wonderful.
I walked to a completely different hall without an umbrella or hood, and in flip flops,
just so I could enjoy the rain.
And of course during my hour while I wait for Sara to finish her last class, I sat on a couch in my favorite hall at Clark, and read my book and enjoying the rain that was echoing.
Needless to say, it was awesome.

I take my license test tomorrow.
I probably shouldn't write about it, incase I don't pass, but I won't be too embarrassed if I fail.
It's not like I'd be the first to fail, and I certainly wouldn't be the last.
But I'm thinking positive.

College homework is rough.
When they say it is, they actually mean it.
And saving homework until the night before it's due is just about the stupidest idea in college.
I've learned that lesson the hard way a few times this week.

It's only 11:30 ish and I am so tired.
So that's probably why this blog is so boring.
I promise I'll write more when I'm not half asleep.

P.S. Read, "Life As We Knew It"